The cock inside me exploded. I imagined that it was Richard who had fucked me and put his sperm in my womb. I was coming too, so hard. My knees were weak and I collapsed onto the floor. Cal got on top of me. I was face down on the carpet and he continued to fuck me. He was so aroused. His dick stayed hard and he just pounded away, slamming his dick into me, his pelvis colliding with my ass on each stroke.
He pulled my hair and I had to arch my back. I had never seen him this way.
“Tell me what you’re going to do.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant and he asked again.
I said, “I’m going to let Richard fuck me. I’m going to come up to his office the first morning he gets back, strip and let him fuck me.”
“You’d do that, you slut?”
“Damn straight. I’ll let him fuck me every day if he wanted. I’ll cheat on you and you’ll never have a clue. You’ll be at work earning money to support me while I’ll be sharing my cheating married cunt. I’d be looking at our house while another man has his big cock inside me.”
Cal was continuing to hammer away. If anything, he was fucking me harder.
I continued to taunt him, “I’d have his cum in my cunt when I am fucking you at home and you won’t have a clue.”
Cal was hammering away. “You’re not on the pill?”
I said, “That’s right. I’d be letting him shoot his sperm into my fertile cunt. He’d make a baby in me and I’d tell you it was yours.”
“You slut. You’d sleep around and let another man get you pregnant.”
“You’d be one of those cuckolds.”
That did it. Cal shot another load of cum into me. I was shrieking in ecstasy. He’d never fucked me like that, pure animalistic desire was driving him. While imagining and talking about me fucking another man, he was showing his dominance over me, showing I was his, even if someone else fucked me, even if someone else got me pregnant.
I was covered with sweat and cum was dripping out of my vagina, onto the carpet. Oh shit, we didn’t want to leave a stain.
“Here use this.” Cal handed me something. It was a pair of men’s underwear, Richard’s. I used my imaginary lover’s shorts to clean the cum from my pussy and from the carpet. I held the shorts tightly against my pussy and leered at my husband, rubbing another man’s underwear on my cunt.
I finally was able to talk, “Holy shit. You’ve never been like that. That was the best fuck of my life.”
He said, “And you were pretending it was Richard.”
“I was pretending and so were you, but I knew whose cock was inside me.”
We dressed quickly.
Cal suggested he take a photo of me with Richard’s camera. He suggested, “Why don’t you sit on his chair naked and I’ll click a few shots.”
I said no. “He’s got plenty of nasty things to think about seeing me naked. I don’t want to encourage him.”
“Why not?”
I was stunned by Cal’s answer. I asked, “Do you want me to encourage him. What if he really wants to fuck me?”
“Oh, I’m sure he already wants to fuck you. The question is, will you let him.”
I was stunned. My husband was actually encouraging me to cheat on him, to fuck another man.
As we walked out of the room, still naked. I was amazed at Cal’s comment and had to get clarification. “Are you actually saying you’d like me to fuck Richard?”
He said, “I don’t know why it turns me on so much, but maybe yes.”
I laughed, trying to make light of the subject. “I’ll make you eat his cum out of my pussy.”
He came at me again and I scurried away. We dressed, let the dog in, sorted the mail and walked home barefoot. Cal was late for work and I was falling behind on my assignments. We both focused on our jobs for the rest of the day. After my shower, I had thrown my clothes in the hamper. I put my shoes away and noticed one of my socks in one shoe. I looked for the other sock, wondering where it was.
Then someone called from work and I immersed myself in accounting for the rest of the day.
However, when I took a break, I saw Richard’s undershorts on the table. I slid them down the front of my panties, onto my pussy and continued working with another man’s clothing pressed between my legs. I had trouble concentrating on my work with his shorts, the shorts that held his cock, on my pussy.
Our neighbors came home the next day. Richard and Teresa came over to thank us for watching their home.
We chatted for a few minutes about their vacation. Then Teresa casually asked, “Is this yours?” She was holding my sock.
“I think it is. Where did you find it?”
She said, “It was in Richard’s office.”
I knew she was wondering how it had gotten there and I wondered what other evidence we had left. I said, “Oh. I went looking for a stapler and but didn’t see one on his desk.
She said, “It must’ve been yesterday. We saw you and Cal leaving on our doorbell camera.”
I said, “I guess so.” She’d obviously seen us go in with shoes and come out barefoot.
She said, “I love Cal’s office. Sometimes I have a cup of tea with him when I have a later shift at work.”
I changed the subject, talking about our kids’ activities and wondering how much they knew and where all of this was heading.